All my new readers. I’m sorry y’all stumbled upon me in one of the most chaotic times of my life, but I’m glad to have you! If you can stand me at my worst, we should get along smashingly at my best.
My lovely, lovely friend Calah mailed me an awesome package with absolutely AWESOME jewelry she made. Her and her husband are way more gifted in this than I ever would be. You should track her down and offer her your first-born child in exchange for a bangle. Or a spectacular little ear cuff. Or a self-defense ring that won the praise of many.
For my beautiful, loving friend and godmother-to-be Kimberlie. She has sacrificed so much of her time and given so much of herself to make sure that I had all the support I needed to come into the Church. She’s mom to four, and she and my godfather-to-be Paul could always use your prayers.
Happened and happened FAST. Since we met last, I have decided to withdraw from Oral Roberts University and transfer to the University of Texas. I held out as long as I could, but a) tuition increased b) financial aid decreased c) my tolerance for insanity maxed out. It just didn’t make financial sense to stay for another semester when I could attend UT for almost-free. And, it actually sets my academic calendar ahead by a semester, but that’s another story entirely. I’m frantically scrambling for housing before Finals, and I have a few good leads, but. . .
- This is where my paranoia kicks in.
My mother and I are very close. When I was in high school we would shoo the rest of the kids in bed, and she’d let me stay up with her and watch forensics shows with her all night. We were both fascinated with forensic science. The downside? I am disgustingly neurotic now. I check the back seat of my car before entering, I have four different routes to and from school, work, and church that I alternate randomly, the two children I nanny are never, NEVER out of my sight, when walking through a parking lot at night by myself, I have my keys clenched in my hand ready to use as weapons. . .I’m not really sure how. I shall scrape thee with my keys?
Also, I’m applying for my concealed handgun permit, but that’s because there are a few real-life horror stories that happened in my community to girls driving home at night and my family lives on one of the roads that the travesty happened on. According to one person who found about this, this makes me not Catholic. Also a racist bigot. I’m not really sure how? But I digress. Bottom line, I have never lived alone. I also don’t want to end up on an episode of City Confidential because my roommate decided to date Ted Bundy.
- So I decided to get over it. . .
And just look on craigslist.org to see what apartments were available, and what the going rate for roomshares is in the area. The first ad I see?
- This gem.
While I’m glad he’s being honest, and I hope he finds a housing situation that is safe for the community around him, this did nothing – I repeat, NOTHING – to help my irrational fear of internet serial killers.
Have a safe weekend. Don’t get murdered.